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In the dimly lit room, he stands tall, his reflection in the mirror betraying his arousal. He knows what he wants, and he's not shy about it. "You know you want this nice cock," he murmurs, his hand already working his zipper down. His pants drop, and there it is, his massive, pulsating cock, ready for action. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in long, languid strokes, his breath hitching as he loses himself in the sensation.